Sunday, May 31, 2009

A Yankee’s Favorite Books About the South – Starting Tomorrow

A five-part series of daily posts, “A Yankee’s Favorite Books About the South,” begins tomorrow on One-Minute Book Reviews. The books scheduled for review are:

Monday – Eudora Welty’s novella, The Ponder Heart

Tuesday – Willie Morris’s memoir, North Toward Home

Wednesday – Flannery O’Connor’s essay collection, Mystery and Manners

Thursday – Peter Taylor’s novel, A Summons to Memphis

Friday (two posts): No. 1: David C. Barnette’s book of Southern humor, How to Be a Mobilian and No. 2: The Runners-up, or More of My Favorite Books About the South or, Yes, I Like Gone With the Wind, Too

Parts of this series appeared in different form in the Mobile Press-Register.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Book Review: A River Runs through it

Just finished reading Norman Maclean’s, A River Runs through it.

Beautifully written. Maclean, a naturally gifted storyteller, writes a story of two brothers spending their last fishing trip together, and through their complex relationship and the natural beauty of western Montana, offers a fountain of profundities. Acerbic and vivid, Maclean’s prose is just as graceful as a four-count rhythm. I have a newfound admiration for fly-fishing.

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“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.”

Friday, May 29, 2009

BOOK REVIEW: Alexandria by Lindsey Davis

Alexandria is the 19th outing for the intrepid Marcus Didius Falco. Davis writes in the first person and Falco is our amiable and sardonic guide. The wryly witty Falco has grown assured and comfortable with himself over the years. He’s married now and the father of 2 girls with a third child on the way. His wife, Helena Justina, is the daughter of a Roman senator and he greatly respects her and her intelligence. The story of his private life with Helena – she was married when they first met and loathed each other on sight – tells so much of Roman life. I highly recommend reading all the books – just the story of Falco and Helena will make it worth your while. Now, as his personal life has become that of a settled man, a father and a husband, the mysteries have also changed. The last few have seen him and his little family traveling outside Rome to places like Delphi in Greece.

As the book opens, Falco, his little family and his restless brother-in-law Aulus are arriving in Alexandria, still the most valued center of learning in the ancient world. They intend to do some sightseeing and try and get Aulus accepted into the Museion. Rumor says Falco is also here on Vespasian’s errand, (before anyone goes running to check, the year is 77AD, about 100 years after the death of Julius Caesar) and more than one person is worried by his presence. Falco’s very real vacation plans get sidetracked when the Head Librarian of the Great Library, Theon, a dinner guest at his uncle’s house the previous night, is found dead at his desk in a locked office.

The Prefect of Egypt asks Falco to investigate, not a request Falco can refuse. Since the Prefect figures he’s already on the Emperor’s payroll, he doesn’t deserve any extra payment, but the wily Falco gets ‘expenses’ – in advance. By the time Falco gets to the scene of the crime, if a crime it was, the body is gone, the site cleared up and the centurion, Tenax, the man stuck with the initial investigation, is his only ‘eye witness’ account of the discovery.

Falco’s investigation runs smack into the self-important, back-stabbing upper echelon of the Museion. Naturally, like the scholars they are, they start lying immediately, especially Philetus, the Director and technically Theon’s boss. Just finding the body sends Falco chasing all over before it was finally admitted there was an illegal necropsy being performed by the head zoo keeper, Philadelphion, and his assistants, Chaereas and Chaeteas. Since it was highly illegal, it was well attended by the students – and Falco and Aulus. Often at loose ends, Aulus has taken to acting as Falco’s assistant, a not very socially acceptable pastime for a senator’s son.

The necropsy shows something that a simple physical examination of the body would not have shown – laurel leaves in Theon’s digestive tract. Laurel was woven into the wreaths that his uncle had for his guests the night before, but surely a man as learned as Theon knew not to eat them – unless it was a suicide. Strange time and place for that – and why?

Sitting in on the daily meeting of the Museion’s directors – with Helena at his side ostensibly to take notes because Falco ‘hurt his hand’, leads Falco to speculate there is some fiddling with the accounts. He is refused a copy of the figures. Interviews with Philadelphion reveal little, other than he was a flirt with an eye for the ladies. Even pregnant ones like Helene. Aulus finds the slave who cleaned Theon’s office after his death – at the order of Nicanor – the head of the law department, one of the Museion directors. And try as he might, Falco is having great trouble getting Nicanor alone for an interview. To make a bad day complete, Falco’s much unloved father – a man infamous for his dealing in fake antiquities – shows up at his uncle’s house, and is surprisingly welcome. Why would Fulvius, his maternal uncle and dear old Pa be friends?

An interview with the Timosthenes, Librarian at the Library at Seraprion, called the Daughter Library and the one available to the public, reveals that Aulus was accepted because of Falco! Philetus, the Director of the Museion is terrified of whatever Vespasian has sent Falco to investigate. Now Falco REALLY wants to get his hands on that budgetary document. The other tidbit was the scroll count. Timosthenes readily admits to wanting the post at the Great Library, but does think he has a chance. He is not a famed scholar, but an administrator, so his chance is slight despite his obvious qualifications, plus his managing techniques are different. They had just done a scroll count. As a public library they exercise far greater care than at the Great Library where only staff, accredited visiting scholars and the 30-40 scholar students admitted to the Museion had access.

Falco is pulled inexorably to the scroll counts and vastly different estimates he’s been given – anywhere from 400,000 to 700,000 scrolls in the Great Library. Falco and Helena take a long ride around the inland lake, Mareotis, to discuss the case. While Falco was out investigating, Helena had been chatting up Cassius, the life partner of Fulvius. A self taught scholar, he knew there was friction between Theon and Philetus regarding disposition of the old scrolls and duplicates in the Great Library. They were at odds over the value of keeping them. Philadelphius, the zoo keeper, felt the natural sciences were not getting enough funding or international recognition, Zenon, the astronomer, felt the planets were of greater value than animals and resents the funding given to the zoo – and he seemed to have some hold over Philetus thanks to those missing budget reports Falco tried to snag a copy of. And the ever elusive Nicanor the lawyer lusts for the mistress of Philadelphion, Roxana. In short, it wasn’t all that different from any university today. The hot winds send the two hurrying home and there sits Katutis, the man who claimed to be a guide and was more likely a spy of some sort, still loitering outside his uncle’s house.

Unexpectedly, Nicanor is at the house waiting for him. After avoiding him, Falco is surprised he had shown up voluntarily. He’s in for a bigger shock when Nicanor offers him a bribe to influence the choice for next Head Librarian made by the Prefect of Egypt. A lawyer was trying to bribe an informer? And why would Falco be seen as having influence? Aparently Roxane isn’t all Nicanor is lusting after.

The news of the short list for Head Librarian has Falco heading out that evening to the Museion to see what was getting gossiped about. Timosthenes took being left off the list very badly, storming from the meeting. Falco no more than arrives at the Museion when a woman’s scream sends him heading toward the zoo. The giant crocodile, Sobek, is loose from his enclosure, lured out by a slaughtered goat, be he’d rather go after Falco. The screams of Roxana finally bring Thalia (an old friend of Falco’s and Helena’s known for exotic dancing, among other things), Philadelphion and his two helpers, Aulus and some scholars. The dead body that was Aulus’ friend, the young student scholar Heras. Exhausted from wrestling with the croc and the shock of death affecting Aulus, the two head back without even asking questions.

Early next morning, bruised and sore from the night before, Falco and Helena head back to the Museion and zoo, stopping at Thalia’s tent to talk. They come away feeling their old friend is either hiding something or lying outright. Neither is very palatable. The two zoo keepers helpers (I took to calling them the Cheetos) seem intent on blaming the dead Heras for taunting Sobek with the dead goat – a very unlikely occurrence. And strangely they tell exactly the same story.

Roxana tries to spins a tale, gets called on it and claims that the freed Sobek must have been meant for Philadelphion and let loose by the jealous Nicanor who not only wants the Librarian job but the lovely Roxana as well. Helena and Falco agree on one thing, the woman, like everyone else is lying. Another chat with the slippery Philetus yields little, but Falco’s parting thoughts are a gem.

“I left thinking how very much I would have liked to see Philetus dead, embalmed and mummified on a dusty shelf. If possible, I would consign him to a rather disreputable temple where they got the rites wrong. He festered. The man was only good for a long eternity of mould and decay.”

Falco chats with the centurion Tenax about any rumors of money fiddling at the Museion, but is told the Prefect doesn’t even try to oversee their accounts. He arrives back at the Museion – just as the strange man that had been at his uncles house the night before came out. It was odd, as a trader would have no call to be near the Museion. Falco and Aulus meet at the Library the disturbance inside can mean only thing – another body. It could have been natural causes, but a possible suicide, an ‘accident’ with an escaped croc and now a natural death is 3 too many to be believed, especially by Falco.

Finally Falco makes headway in his investigation – the man he keeps seeing is Diogenes, the scroll collector. Once again the circle comes back to scrolls and money. Unraveling the truth includes yet another death, this one gruesome, before Falco solves the crime – or more correctly a part of the crime. Thinking the matter settled, Falco, Helena and their little family finally get to see the pyramids and other sights before returning to Alexandria for their voyage home. Here Falco gets two key pieces of information that make him realize just how wrong he was. And while I worked out who did it long before Falco, it did take far longer than with most mysteries and the ending was good. And who saves Falco’s life is an interesting twist too.

For friends unfamiliar with Davis’ historical mystery series I have often described them as “Elvis Cole or Spenser in a toga”. It has many of the genre characteristics of the wise-cracking PI. Lindsey Davis supplements Falco character, a man who came up from poverty and has a jaundiced view of the bribery and corruption in the Roman bureaucracy, with the unique perspective of Helena, a Roman matron of a high rank, impeccable family and great education. She is a significant player in many of the books – and even more clever and perceptive than her husband in many ways. Throughout the series, Falco’s relationships with his mother, sisters, his usually absent Pa, Helena, her brothers, parents, his own extended family and friends, and the Emperor Vespasian and his two sons gives an interesting perspective on Roman life at many levels. Davis remains as fresh and sharp as ever in Alexandria.

Though Lindsey Davis is not always spot on with her books, Alexandria is a very strong entry in the Marcus Didius Falco series. It has a large cast of characters, so you’ll likely need the key characters list in the front of the book to help keep them straight. She and John Maddox Roberts, my other favorite Roman mystery author, always have one handy.  Lindsey Davis deftly creates characters, settings and atmosphere and still manages a very clever plot in a fast paced and an engagingly written tale. Sit back and enjoy the fruits of her considerable skills with this convoluted mystery yarn.

My Grade: A- (4.5*)

Who would enjoy this book: Fans of John Maddox Roberts SPQR series, Steven Saylor, and Elizabeth Peters’ Amelia Peabody series. The rating would be PG.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Suite Scarlett: A Chick Lit Wednesday Review

Maureen Johnson’s novel Suite Scarlett (2008) focuses on Scarlett Martin and her family who live in the Hopewell Hotel in the heart of New York City*. That might sound like a dream come true but just ask Scarlett about her fifteenth birthday and it’s easy to see the sometimes harsh realities that owning and running a hotel can really entail.

The Hopewell hotel has been around since 1929 and has belonged to the Hopewell family for just as long. While the hotel can’t compete with some of its ritzier neighbors in terms of luxuries on offer, the Hopewell does have some unique benefits including custom furnishings by a prestigious (fictional) Jazz Age designer, connections to the history of the city and its ever-glamorous theater life. In order to lower maintenance costs for the hotel, the Martins have come up with a unique tradition. On their fifteenth birthday every child receives a hotel suite thereby also inheriting the housekeeping duties and guest services connected to said suite.

Scarlett is pretty sure such duties will not do much to alleviate the dullness of her summer vacation since the Hopewell is always chronically under-booked. Unlike Scarlett, her siblings have a lot to manage this summer: Eighteen-year-old Lola is busy juggling family obligations, a job she loves, and a high maintenance boyfriend with an equally high balance in his bank account; eleven-year-old Marlene, the youngest Martin, does not share Scarlett’s summer doldrums since her survivor’s club keep her social calendar plenty full (have you been on a morning TV show yet?); meanwhile nineteen-year-old Spencer, a talented actor with a fondness for physical comedy is face with an ultimatum that could end his acting career before its even started.

Everything changes when the larger-than-life Mrs. Amberson checks into the Empire Suite (Scarlett’s suite) and takes her on an assistant in everything from running errands to getting reacquainted with the City and writing the biography of her life. Already swept up in Mrs. Amberson’s whirlwind, Scarlett also finds herself swept off her feet when she meets Eric the gorgeous fellow actor in a production of Hamlet that might just save Spencer’s career–if the show ever opens.

Suite Scarlett holds a lot of appeal for a variety of readers. Being a book by Maureen Johnson it is, of course, very funny. It also has many tidbits about New York that will interest anyone who has a special place for that big apple in their hearts. Most of all, this book has a lot of appeal for theater lovers. Before becoming a published novelist Johnson worked as a dramaturg in the theater world (a dramaturg basically being the person who makes sure every single aspect of a show runs smoothly while directors and other theater types focus less on the big picture). Johnson brings all of that knowledge to this book to really bring the theatrical world that Spencer and, by extension, Scarlett come to inhabit as the plot progresses.

While this story has a bit of romance and humor and excitement, it is really a novel about family, specifically siblings. Each of the Martin children are vibrantly described on the page. Spencer in particular is a character that readers will love to love. In fact, the only problem with Suite Scarlett is that with such an awesome brother as Spencer, Scarlett’s love interest Eric pales by comparison. All the same, this book has something for everyone and is sure to leave readers with a smile on their face.

*If you want to see New York City the way Scarlett lives it, you can check out Johnson’s interactive map of Scarlett’s New York.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Book Review: <em>Becoming Manny</em> by Jean Rhodes and Shawn Boburg

When Manny Ramirez played in Boston, I enjoyed watching him play and always thought he got a raw deal from the Red Sox fans & media who accused him of being selfish, lazy, and disruptive (among other things I can’t print here).  I always got the sense that Manny was shy and just wanted to play baseball well and not deal with the stresses of public scrutiny, which I can find understandable.  Becoming Manny: Inside the Life of Baseball’s Most Enigmatic Slugger (2009) by Jean Rhodes and Shawn Boburg confirms my understanding of Manny, although my esteem for him has fallen since he tested positive for performance enhancing drugs (ill-timed for the release of this book as well).

Still this is a well-written and informative biography, especially the parts about Manny’s early years before he reached the major leagues.  Rhodes is a psychologists and offers some great insights through he lens of Manny Ramirez of children of immigrants, the extremes of poverty and strong community in inner-city neighborhoods, and the life of youth athletes.  There is a special emphasis on coaches teachers, and friends who mentor young athletes.  In Manny’s case there are older and wiser men to guide him through most of his life, most importantly Carlos “Macaco” Ferreira a Little League coach and lifelong friend.

Manny-lovers and more importantly Manny-haters should check this book out.  It’s an excellent example of baseball biography at it’s best.

Becoming Manny : inside the life of baseball’s most enigmatic slugger / Jean Rhodes and Shawn Boburg.

Publisher: New York : Scribner, 2009.

ISBN: 9781416577065

1416577068

Description:304 p. : ill. ; 24 cm.

Edition: 1st Scribner hardcover ed.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Waiting for Her Ship to Come in: Penelope's Perspective

The Penelopiad: The Myth of Penelope and Odysseus

by

Margaret Atwood

rating: 5 of 5 stars

Amongst the weed-encroached fields of literary resuscitation of another author’s characters, Atwood’s usurpation of Penelope from the tallow-smeared hands of Homer proves to be the olive tree growing amid the nettles.

Acclaimed as the most faithful wife, awaiting for twenty years the return of Odysseus, Penelope in Atwood’s hands takes umbrage at being used as a measuring stick used to delineate and beat a woman into obedience and ever-faithful wifery. Providing a counterpoint to The Odyssey by filling in the home-bound gaps of the epic, Atwood regales us Greek-style with a fleshed out and out-of-flesh Penelope and the Chorus of her twelve hanged maidens, shades that sing – sometimes in an idyll or ballad, but also as an anthropologic lecture and courtroom drama – against their brutal slaying at the hands of Odysseus. Displaying the cleverness attributed her, but also the emotional wreck that Odysseus left in his wake to pursue glory and keep a vow, Penelope provides a posthumous look at her story; wading through fields of Asphodel in Hades, commenting snarkily or with a note of lament, she weaves the happenings that were overlooked or misinterpreted in Homer’s epic back into the story, all the while, her hanged maidens rant and rhyme comedically and rather viciously about all who had a hand in their demise, but especially their executioner.

Atwood’s style is engaging, humorous, a tad bit acerbic, but she never lets Penelope drift into a serious bout of woe-is-me or shrewishness, even when being compared and overshadowed (even in death, as much as shades can generate a shadow that is) by her cousin Helen of Troy. The chorus of hanged maidens is downright funny, as is Penelope’s limited perspective on the changing times, not to mention the acidic commentary she occasionally directs at the gods. Atwood’s syntax and tale construction astounded me with their complexity and clarity and ingenuity. Any reading of The Odyssey would benefit from this supplemental interpretation, if not for the previous reasons, then for the burlesque commentary it offers after engaging with one of our foundational literary works.

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Sunday, May 24, 2009

God's Workings

There is a story related about a young man named Nicholaus von Zinzendorf*:

“As a young man, Count von Zinzendorf visited an art gallery in Germany.  Admiring the various, priceless paintings, he was suddenly transfixed by one.  As the curator of the art gallery made his rounds, he noticed this young man gazing intently at that painting hour after hour.  Finally when it came time to close the gallery, the young Count was still there.  At last the curator went to him and put his hand on his shoulder.  He was about to tell him that he must leave when he saw tears streaming down the young man’s cheeks.  There in front of Count von Zinzendorf was a magnificient painting of the slain Lamb of God beneath which were the Words, ‘All this I did for thee.  What hast thou done for Me?’  Before that painting [a depiction!] of the crucified Christ, the Holy Spirit spoke; and Nicholas von Zinzendorf from that day had a broken heart.

“What is a true heart?  It is a heart that is broken, broken from self and offered up to God.”

It has been said that “possibly the purest of all revivals was that which took place among the Moravians under the leadership of Count von Zinzendorf.  And what was the key to that great movement of God?  The key was the worship of the slain Lamb.”

As I read this account, it reminded me of a similar story with which I am very familiar recounted about the beloved Frances Ridley Havergal, the English hymnwriter and consecration poet*:

Frances’ well-known hymn, ‘I gave my life for thee,’ was written in Germany, 1858.  She had come in weary and sat down opposite a picture with this motto.  At once the lines flashed upon her, and she wrote them in pencil on a scrap of paper.  Reading them over, they did not satisfy her.  She tossed them into the fire, but they fell out untouched!  Showing them some months after to her father, he encouraged her to preserve them, and wrote the tune “Baca” specially for them.

One can not help but wonder if these two dear servants of God gazed upon the same picture with similar results–surrendering themselves unreservedly to God and His purposes by the workings of the Holy Spirit!  Both Frances and the Count saw the picture in Germany, and the theme and meaning of the picture and its title left lasting impressions on their souls.   Here is Frances’ hymn, still sung today in many Churches from their hymnals:

‘I did this for thee!  What hast thou 

                       done for Me?’

                  

(MOTTO PLACED UNDER A PICTURE OF OUR

SAVIOUR IN THE STUDY OF A GERMAN DIVINE.)

I gave My life for thee,                                       Gal. 2:20

   My precious blood I shed,                            1 Pet. 1:19   

That thou might’st ransomed be,                    Eph. 1:7

   And quickened from the dead.                     Eph. 2:1

I gave My life for thee;                                        Tit. 2:14

What hast thou given for Me?                          John 21:15-17

I spent long years for thee                               1 Tim. 1:15

   In weariness and woe,                                     Isa. 53:3

That an eternity                                                    John 17:24

   Of  joy thou mightest know.                          John 16:22

I spent long years for thee;                              John 1:10, 11

Hast thou spent one for me?                           1 Pet. 4:2

My father’s home of light,                                 John 17:5

   My rainbow-circled throne,                         Rev. 4:3

I left, for earthly night,                                      Phil. 2:7

   For wanderings sad and lone.                      Matt. 7:20

I left it all for thee:                                              2 Cor. 8:9

Hast thou left aught for Me?                            Luke 10:29

I suffered much for thee,                                  Isa. 53:9

   More than thy tongue may tell,                  Matt. 26:39

Of bitterest agony,                                               Luke 22:44

   To rescue thee from hell.                               Rom. 5:9

I suffered much for thee;                                 1Pet. 2:21-24

What canst thou bear for Me?                         Rom. 8:17, 18

And I have brought to thee,                            John 4:10, 14

Down from my Home above,                          John 3:13

Salvation full and free,                                       Rev. 21:6

My pardon and My love.                                   Acts 5:31

Great gifts I brought to thee;                           Ps. 68:18

What hast thou brought to Me?                      Rom. 8:17, 18

Oh, let thy life be given,                                     Rom. 6:13

   Thy years for Him be spent,                         2 Cor. 5:15

World-fetters all be riven,                                 Phil. 3:8

   And joy with suffering blent;                       1 Pet. 4:13-16

I gave Myself for thee:                                         Eph. 5:2           

Give thou thyself to Me!                                      Pro. 23:28

What beautiful thoughts and words given to God’s people.  Frances, being dead, yet speaketh!

*HOW TO WORSHIP JESUS CHRIST,

Joseph S. Carroll (1984), Moody Press, Chicago

*MEMORIALS; THE POETICAL WORKS,

Frances Ridley Havergal